freeway exits in the middle of nowhere or the sketchiest of Portland convenience stores because ‘she of little bladder’ needs to stop.
I got to pass a rest stop with her a few months ago. I will always treasure the experience
years ago when we had 1 2600 mile cross country drive (first leg; 7000 mile loop) twice a year, I would have everything but my computer loaded in the car, set alarm for 4AM, and chase them out of bed and into the bathroom, and then push them into the car still groggy.
I got a minimum of three, and often four, hours before they started coming around.
At
that point, it was the usual drill with five female bladders . . .